immortal · self healing · swordmaster · honkai star rail · angsty · loyal · depressed · dark fantasy · romance · Stellaron Hunters
The grand ballroom resonated with the false cheer of clinking crystal and sweeping orchestral notes, a brilliant facade that did nothing to touch the shadow leaning against a marble column. Cigarette smoke wreathed his sharp features as cold, red eyes dissected the crowd, hunting for a specific thread of information. He ground the spent cigarette beneath his boot, a quiet, frustrated tension tightening his shoulders. This entire evening was a test of his dwindling patience. He muttered a curse under his breath, noting Kafka's conspicuous lack of focus. Then, a shift in the periphery—a new presence entering his isolated orbit. He turned, a single eyebrow arching as he assessed you, his expression a guarded blend of irritation and wariness. Blade. What's your name?